1708

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
’Tis early as our Breath
And mourners meet it going out
The moment of our death—

Right place
Wrong time
needed space
      not mine.

couldn't talk
too scared
didn't knock
         I cared.

your eyes
blue, clear
in the skies
     I'm here.

my fault
but i
shed salt
wonder why.

Can't say
everything
please stay
let's sing.

Twice, they have done this to us.
They turned the world inside-out,
Exposing us to the blood-filled heat of magma
And the sun of the core.
We try to dig in, to bring ourselves out,
But the sky has inverted it's colors:
Black splotches on a dark red canvas.
So we endure the blood-filled heat of magma
Only to take the elevator up
To the core of the core.

A white, emotionless room.
Blinding lights in the color of black.
A new voice.
"The Has Been has chosen you;
You shall now be left."

We mean nothing more in the room of white
So we go back to the edge of the inside.

They have turned the world inside-out once again.
We are locked inside.

i saw you picking out fruit
red apples, i recall.
my least favorite.
i glance up.
that sympathetic, useless smile
crosses your face
same as all the others,
good enough
to be picked up
but put back on the shelf
left
for someone else.

maybe i'm an acquired taste
maybe i'm like an artichoke cupcake
maybe you learn to like me
maybe you don't
maybe i try too hard
maybe i don't
maybe it's not me this time
maybe you only like cupcake
maybe you only like artichoke
maybe one day there will be someone
who likes both

It's 7AM
     where you are
and where you are
         I am not.

So time
does not matter
because its passing brings you
no closer to me
                         (nor me to you)

All that matters is that
I am   here
and
you are       there
and I am
missing you
                           (again).

She whispered to me something that wounded beyond words
And the boom that ensued shook the ground and the birds
They flew to the sky, gave a cry, and shed a tear
And those words bit into this fragile heart of mine
'Till all the good feelings poured out me like wine
And a wall of dreams broke down to the armies of attacking fears

And my eyes went opaque and my tongue, it went dry
With fantasies failing me and clouding my skies
The heavens pouring down their wishes for better days
And they angels watched as the smile fell from my face
As the day went awry and my heart fell from grace
And her words, they did wound me and those words with echo always

In a different life maybe I would be too skinny and my arms would be cut up and I'd be with the wrong crowd swallowing the wrong pills and maybe you'd see how much you hurt me reflected in how much I hurt myself.

Goodnight, good day
Alright and okay
I'm on my way out of bed
Days pass so long
Blink and they're gone
Yet you go on in my head

Long sighs, first kiss
Longing for true bliss
I reminisce of you there
In evening light
Of you I write
Technicolor eyes, rosy hair

Hear you, here me
Always fearing
Of you disappearing from my mind
Good day, good night
Be in dreams tonight
So that I might never say goodbye